(Three down, four to go, but Lucretia is starting to feel that cold seeping through. It's both frustrating and interesting to watch. Her magic won't even retaliate properly, it's as if Loki's ice is smothering it. The fourth level shatters without so much as an attempt at firing back the poison damage that it should.
The fifth level puts up a brief fight. It's the ice one, dispelled only by fire damage, and Lucretia watches it hopefully, but... no cigar. The moment it starts to crack she sighs, and her breath appears in front of her in a little puff of cloud.)
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The fifth level puts up a brief fight. It's the ice one, dispelled only by fire damage, and Lucretia watches it hopefully, but... no cigar. The moment it starts to crack she sighs, and her breath appears in front of her in a little puff of cloud.)
I thought I'd get you on that one.